¹ Lo, thou `art' fair, my friend, lo, thou `art' fair, Thine eyes `are' doves behind thy veil, Thy hair as a row of the goats That have shone from mount Gilead,

¹⁵ Lo, thou `art' fair, my friend, Lo, thou `art' fair, thine eyes `are' doves!

⁵ Turn round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair `is' as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead,

⁷ As the work of the pomegranate `is' thy temple behind thy veil.

¹⁴ Rule Thou Thy people with Thy rod, The flock of Thine inheritance, Dwelling alone `in' a forest in the midst of Carmel, They enjoy Bashan and Gilead as in days of old.

⁵ Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!

³ nothing in rivalry or vain-glory, but in humility of mind one another counting more excellent than yourselves --

⁴ each not to your own look ye, but each also to the things of others.

⁵ For, let this mind be in you that `is' also in Christ Jesus,

¹⁸ and we all, with unvailed face, the glory of the Lord beholding in a mirror, to the same image are being transformed, from glory to glory, even as by the Spirit of the Lord.

²⁹ take up my yoke upon you, and learn from me, because I am meek and humble in heart, and ye shall find rest to your souls,

¹⁴ And go forth doth thy name among nations, Because of thy beauty -- for it `is' complete, In My honour that I have set upon thee, An affirmation of the Lord Jehovah.

¹¹ His head `is' pure gold -- fine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven,

¹² His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fulness.

⁹ Thou hast emboldened me, my sister-spouse, Emboldened me with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.

¹⁰ How wonderful have been thy loves, my sister-spouse, How much better have been thy loves than wine, And the fragrance of thy perfumes than all spices.

¹⁴ My dove, in clefts of the rock, In a secret place of the ascent, Cause me to see thine appearance, Cause me to hear thy voice, For thy voice `is' sweet, and thy appearance comely.

¹⁰ My beloved hath answered and said to me, `Rise up, my friend, my fair one, and come away,

¹¹ And the king doth desire thy beauty, Because he `is' thy lord -- bow thyself to him,

⁴⁰ and Moses giveth Gilead to Machir son of Manasseh, and he dwelleth in it.

¹ And much cattle hath been to the sons of Reuben and to the sons of Gad, very many; and they see the land of Jazer, and the land of Gilead, and lo, the place `is' a place `for' cattle;